Little League Moms

[Sid Onmyface]

OOC: Frankie Torazzi. 19 years old. 6'2". 185. Black hair. Black eyes.


IC:


I was only taking three classes over the summer, so I found myself with a lot of free time on my hands. I thought about getting a part-time job, but the thought of flipping burgers or bagging groceries didn't appeal to me. Frankly I didn't need the money. As long as my grades were kept up, Mom would slip me a few bucks whenever I needed them.


Still, I was bored. When my old Little League coach called me up and asked me if I would like to help out with the team, I jumped at the opportunity.


We had a pretty good team. We had a good shot at making the playoffs. The kids were all 9 to 12.

At our very first practice, as the kidswere dropped off, I noticed something interesting.

Some of the Moms were pretty hot. And some of them seemed as bored as I was. And they didn't seem shy about letting me know.


This was going to be an interesting summer....

 

[patford31769]

Donna, age 33, 5'8", 40D-28-34

My husband Jake signed-up our 11-year-old son Timmy for little league. Timmy didn't want to, but Jake pressured him into it. Jake is the typical sports-nut dad, thinking his son is the one in a zillion who'll make it to the big leagues. Frankly, Timmy isn't all that great at baseball, nor all that enthusiastic about it, to stand a chance in hell of making it in pro sports. But try telling Jake that.

Then--again typically Jake--on the very first day of Timmy's little league, Jake had to rush off on business. For a month! To Japan! That left ME to schlep Timmy to all of his little league games, and to listen to him whine in the car, "Aww, mom, do I HAVE to go?"

I hated this, and I hated Jake for putting me through all of this. If I hadn't set aside time for myself each day to work-out at the gym, I think I would have screamed, for missing Jake and putting-up with Timmy's whining. Going to the gym every day had some great side benefits: I felt stronger, felt better about myself, and started noticing men noticing me, noticing me in a way that even Jake hadn't done for years.

But at Timmy's third game, my feelings about Little League started to change a little, even if Timmy's attitude toward sports didn't change.

It was at this third game that this young man approached me and introduced himself as Frank, the assistant coach. Frank had the rugged good looks that Jake once had, when we first met and fell in love 14 years ago. But too many McDonald's lunches wolfed down between too many business meetings had made Jake lose his looks and gain a gut, whereas Frank still had his amazing good looks and very attractive muscles. Because Frank was now about the same age that Jake had been when we first met, and we were both 19 then. In many ways, Frank reminded me of Jake from 14 years ago.

Too much time on the road had reduced Jake's and my love-life to maybe two half-hearted quickies a year. I was lonely, I was bored, and so I was very flattered by the way Frank looked at me. The same way Jake used to look at me, all those years ago.

I also enjoyed talking to Frank at these little league games. Conversation between us seemed to come easily and naturally, not the few grunts that, for far too long, have passed for conversation between Jake and me, in the few precious moments that I get to see him, as he runs from meeting to meeting, from plane to plane.

As I talked pleasantly to Frank, and we looked each other up and down, Little League just got a whole lot more interesting to me.

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

We were playing the Angels that day. It wasn't much of a game. The Angels were the worst team in the league, and with the ten run mercy rule in place I knew the game wasn't going to run more than three innings.


Which was kind of disappointing to me, since Timmy's mom was at the game. As usual, I spent more time watching her thasn I did the game. She was something to behold. Pretty. Bubbly. With a rack to die for. Timmy's father never came to any of the games. Donna -- and she insisted I call her Donna -- was rather dismissive when she talked about him. She sounded lonely.

I'd been having fantasies about her for over two weeks. I wondered if it would ever go beyond that.

Then, when the game was over, she pulled me aside and asked me if I would like to come over tonight. Timmy's dad was out of town, as usual. We could talk about baseball, she said.

We looked at each other, and I knew in that instant Donna had a different game in mind. One I couldn't wait to play....

 

[patford31769]

Donna

Jake would still be in Japan for another two weeks, and Timmy had begged me to let him stay at his best friend's house tonight, right after his Little League game. So I would be home all alone tonight.

So when Frankie started chatting with me at the baseball game as usual, I asked him when he last had a really good home-cooked meal. I told him I had a killer mushroom-garlic chicken recipe that I was sure he would really enjoy. He told me he made this great wild brown rice side dish that would go great with my my chicken.

"Good," I smiled. "Come on over at 7 o'clock, we'll getting something, umm, COOKING between us." Would he catch my double-meaning?

Frankie gulped hard, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts, barely covered in my tight, bright red tank-top. "Umm, we ARE still talking about in the KITCHEN, aren't we?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no," I smiled enigmatically, closing my eyes for a moment and picturing in my mind what it would be like to mount him right on the kitchen table. The food might not be the only thing getting hot in my kitchen, and honestly, I wouldn't mind that at all, if it happened.

I shook my head like erasing an Etch-A-Sketch, and I told myself "You're married, Donna!" But Frankie looked so damned cute, and I was married in name only. I hardly ever saw my Jake anymore, and my sex-life with him was zilch. It's just an innocent dinner, I told myself, and if things develop with Frankie from there, well...

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

Maybe it was corny, but I stopped and picked up some flowers before I headed over to Donna's. Her face lit up when she saw them, so it was worth it.

"It smells delicious," I said as we walked through the house. When we reached the dining room, I saw that there were only two places set.

"Where's Timmy?" I asked. Donna explained how he was staying over at a friends, and how she hoped I wouldn't mind if it was just the two of us for dinner.

"I don't mind," I said honestly. The way Donna looked tonight, I wouldn't have minded if Timmy had moved in with his friend.

I guess I showed up early, because dinner wouldn't be ready for another hour. I had an idea about how I would like to spend the time. I wondered if Donna was thinking the same thing.

There was only one way to find out. I stood close to her. I put my hands on her waist. Then I pressed my lips to hers....

 

[patford31769]

Donna

Frankie actually brought me flowers. FLOWERS! The last time Jake brought me flowers was...was...well, ummm...oh, yeah, after I threw a frying pan at him for telling me he had to leave for London for two weeks, on the day before our anniversary, after I had planned a romantic dinner and an even more romantic candelight bubblebath afterward. Jake's flowers the next day were a hollow, empty gesture of apology that he wouldn't be there, for what I had promised him for weeks would be the hottest sex of his life. As I recall, I threw the flowers and the vase at Jake, and made him sleep on the couch that night. I didn't even see him that day, when he left to fly to London!

So it felt nice to get flowers from Frankie under much sweeter circumstances.

As my chicken-dish and Frankie's rice dish cooked, Frank mischievously asked how we would pass the hour before dinner was ready. Then he kissed me. Very passionately. He took my breath away! When had a man last kissed me? Yeah, Jake had given me a peck on the cheek two weeks ago, as he dashed out the door to catch his plane to Tokyo. But the last time Jake kissed me that passionately was...was...well, when he was so excited to get that promotion to VP of Sales. That cursed promotion that kept him away from me so much now! Yes, that promotion was Jake's last passionate kiss with me. And that was nearly FIVE YEARS ago!

I didn't even want to think about Jake, about my long dry spell without kisses or sex...or even flowers. I just wanted to kiss Frankie back, with as much passion as he was kissing me, and to melt into his strong arms.

We kissed and kissed and kissed, without coming up for air, for far longer than either of us realized. Because a whole hour went by, and the timer rang. Dinner was ready. Frankie pulled out my chair for me, which Jake hadn't done for me since our wedding reception. Frankie was really building up the points with me tonight: the flowers, helping me cook dinner, the passion in his our-long, non-stop kiss, and now helping me into my chair.

As we ate, I kicked off my left shoe, and I slowly inched my bare left foot up his pants leg, until my foot was on his crotch. I wiggled my toes in his lap, and I was delightfully rewarded with a stirring beneath my toes, that soon grew into a long, hard, pulsating ridge up the front of his trousers. Jake hadn't gotten hard for me like that in probably four months. Score MORE points for Frankie tonight!

How to reward Frankie for being SO good to me tonight? Hmmmm, I'm sure I'll think of SOMETHING!

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

I'm a healthy 19 year old male. Therefore, I've only got two things on my mind: food and sex.


But as good a cook as Donna was, I wasn't thinking about food tonight. Especially when she started playing footsie with my. My response to her toes brushing against my groin was unmistakable. Donna was openly pleased at the effect she was having on me. Her smile lit up the room.

When the meal was over, I said, "Let's leave the dishes for later."

Donna readily agreed. I crossed over to her and she was in my arms again. She fit perfectly, molding herself to me as we kissed passionately. My hands relentlessly roamed over her tight body, not wanting to miss an inch of it. They found her bottom. I gave her ass a playful squeeze, then she squealed with delight as I lifted her off the ground. Our tongues continued to dance as I carried her over to ther couch.....

 

[floridawife]

The twins

LAURA 37 YRS 5'4"116LBS 34D-27-35


Our twin sons Dak and Zak love baseball so when the season started all they talked about Little League.
"Oh God" i thought that ment any of my free time was now gonna be spent at a ball field.
My husband worked 6 sometimes 7 days aweek and long days to so most anything that the kids want to do im the one is envolved driving ect.I wasn't looking forward to hanging out in the heat and dust.
When I took them to register I saw I wasn't alone more them 1/2 on the parents there were the moms
and all looked to be about my age.While we were in line a boy yelled "Dak Zak" and came running to us.he was a friend of my twins so they started baseball talk and I was day dreaming.
"Hello Im Bill Kings" the voice said
I turned and opened my eyes and there was this tall ,tan.
blonde hunk.
"h h h hi "i stuttered "Im Laura........

 

[patford31769]

Donna

It was all MORE than perfect with Frankie tonight. The way he molded his body against mine. The playful way he squeezed my tush, the way my Jake hasn't done in many, MANY years. The way he carried me in his strong arms over to my couch, without once breaking our deep, soulful, passionate kiss.

Was I seducing him, or was he seducing me?

It didn't matter. I just knew we were having a great time, and the evening held so much promise.

We sat side by side on the couch, and I was the first to break our very long soul-kiss, to rest my head against his chest as he held me close and stroked my hair.

His fingers lightly brushed the top button of my blouse. "May I," he whispered.

Such a gentleman, I thought. He asks instead of just assuming that he can take.

"I'll be very disappointed if you DON"T!" I smiled. He began to unbutton my blouse, and my fingers just as eagerly began to unbutton his shirt, wondering, wishing, and hoping about what kind of chest I might find underneath the fabric of the shirt of my son's VERY athletic little-league coach.

 

[stalwartone]

OOC- Bill Kings, 36, blonde, divorced, 5'10"

IC- The marriage had been perfect at first, the proverbial high school romance followed by a big wedding and the expected life of wedded bliss. We held off on having a family long enough to finish school and get my foot in the door with a pharmacy supply company. Then we had Drew, and things slowly started to change. Kelly seemed to drift away, although when I brought up the subject, she brushed it off. I tried, really I did, but she had simply lost interest in the relationship. By the time the company offered me a promotion requiring a move, we had been fighting openly and getting the occasional warning from the schools about Drew's performance, which the counselors traced back to the war on the homefront. We finally admitted that the effort to put on a peaceful front for the public was too hard, and the paperwork for the divorce was filed while I was loading the van. Kelly, of course, decided that it was time for a clean split, and she allowed me custody of Drew.
I spent the first several months trying to familiarize myself with the new community, as well as getting Drew comfortable with the new life. I'd put off the private life during this time, but found myself starting to hate the large bed for just myself. I started checking out the various mothers showing up at the various events I signed Drew up for. Maybe not completely kosher, since there was the whole disruption of marriage thing, but I also noted that damn few fathers were showing up, except at the big games, where they seemed to be there more for bragging rights than anything else. And, maybe, just maybe, there were others like myself there, lonely, and hoping for something more.
I had taken Drew down for the sign up for the baseball groups, and had arrived at what I had assumed would be an early time. Unfortunately, everyone had the same idea, and the lines were a lot longer than I had expected. After a half hour, Drew was losing his patience, and I couldn't come up with a good reason to keep him there. As the children among the groups began slipping away to play around the area, I gave Drew the go ahead, and watched him take off, calling to friends he recognized. He hooked up with a pair of twin boys, and my eyes tracked back to their mother.

Hmm, about my age, although I've never been a judge of age based upon appearance. Shorter than myself, nicely proportioned, bored, almost pissy look on her face. Probably just as angry as most of the others at the line's length.

I noted the ring, and put my libido on hold. Married, not something I should be messing with. Of course, she did have the harried look that suggested she was the adult home for the most part. An introduction wouldn't hurt, right?

"Hello, I'm Bill Kings." I took the opportunity to speak to her when Drew and the twins took off, making a point to keep my line of sight on her eyes. What's the old saying about identifying a man's nationality by his eyes? A Frenchman scopes the figure, an Italian looks past her as if she doesn't exist, and an American looks her right in the eye?

She jumped a bit. "H, h, h, hi..." She stuttered, her face flushing slightly. "I'm Laura........"

I pointed out to where the three kids were running around, lost in that wonderful world of youth. "My boy's the kid chasing your's around."

 

[floridawife]

Heart throb

[I got a grip on myself and stopped the studdering.God I felt like
such a fool.He was sooooooo Good looking tall well built with beautiful blonde hair and those blue eyes.
"Hi Bill I'm Laura,those 2 wild ones dak and zak are mine" i said
"There very active I guess" he said

"Oh yea, they never slow down" I told him'
"You should have brought your wife along there are "
" alot of moms here I told him

"Well im not married, we got divorced 8 months ago"
" but she let me have my son Drew so I guess I'll " fit right in
" with the other single parents" he said

"You know my husband and I have been doing this"
"4 years now and I know just about all the moms''
"Ill find out who the single one are and I can introduce you"
I said

"wow thats great Laura,My own dating service" "
"were only here a week and I made a good friend"
" thank you Laura" he said

I was next in line so I called the boys over I introduced them to bill and I told them
"Now you call him Mr" i said
The line moved and we were at the table.WE filled out the paper work ,gave the 100.00 and we were on our way.I stopped at Bill as we were walking past him
"Bill Ill get working on that right away so give me your phone" number in case I need to get you" I said
He handed me a card and said
"hear are all my numberswork, cell, ect ect."
"Now what about yours"
I smiled and said"Got a peice of paper"
Laura
657-2827 and wrote it down then gave it to him
"Call me anytime during the day"
"not after 6 pm My husbands home"
"he the jelious type dont understand"

WE both smiled and then I walked away thinking
"hes is such a hunk, Times like this I wish I was Single"

 

[stalwartone]

Bill's Fantasizing...

Well, I'd gotten past the awkward moment of initial small talk, had a bit of banter with her, and traded numbers. I wasn't sure if the offer to serve as matchmaker was valid, but it was an option. Hell, before Kelly and I had been declared "serious" in school, I'd been on a blind date or two. I remembered that one had resulted in a petting session in the back of my aging Dodge Colt. I seem to remember that I'd gotten my hand under her bra, and she held off any further action with an irongrip handjob that threatened to do more damage than good.

Ah, well, the innocence of youth. Some time after that Kelly and I got together, discovered the marvels of each other's bodies, and.. well, I think I'd already covered the rest of it far too much. No use thinking of her.

But this one. When I got home, I let my imagination wander. What if? She was married, not a situation that I would want to endanger. She had two children, and they were friends with Drew, a situation I also wouldn't want to endanger.

But she was also the closest thing to a fantasy figure at the moment. The possibilities of a potentially single lady with similiar interests in her offer tended to blur into her face and figure. I've had an unspoken love of women shorter than myself, especially when they've got one of those petite figures. Most guys I know tend to notice a woman's hair color, complexion, and bustline, but that seemed a little shortsighted to me.

I tried to downplay the stirring in my libido. I had no purpose fantasizing about her, but I found myself having visions of her. Visions of her sitting in my lap, kissing me. Visions of her shrugging out of her clothes. Visions of my hands clenching at the flesh of her butt as she straddled me in a clothing optional lap dance. Multiple visions of her breasts, trying to put together a combination of coloring, nipple size, and aureola size. Her mouth engaged in other activities than talking about Little League. Beads of sweat popping out on her face as she rode out an orgasm. Smelling the back of her neck as we spooned in a post coital nap...

Time to find a modicum of control. Had I really been alone so long that I was suddenly fantasizing like a schoolboy about the first woman to show more than professional interest in me? The rational part of my mind told me that I needed to put it behind me, to take her up on her offer of a date service. The hard on raging in my pants told me that I would be a fool if I didn't grab her and do my best to fulfill those lustful wishes.

Time to be rational, I decided. Having allowed her a day (or did it only seem like a day?), I tapped the number she had given me into my cell phone, and waited for the response.

"Hi, it's Bill, from the team sign-ups. I thought I'd take you up on that offer. I'd be happy to let you hook me up with someone. If you really do have someone that might be interested in me, that is..."

Lord, did I sound as over eager and horny as I thought I did? All I could picture was pulling her clothing off, or burying myself to the hilt in her.

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

I unbuttoned Donna's blouse, and she did the same with my shirt. She was wearing a lacy black bra that barely contained her firm round breasts. I'd seen more than my share of porno films. Donna would have stood out in any of them.

While I slid the blouse off her shoulders, I lowered my head and kissed the space between her breasts. Then I softly kissed each of her nipples in turn through the material of her bra. I could feel how taut they were. They needed to be freed.

I reached behind Donna and started to unhook her bra. I fumbled the job a little. Donna smiled warmly as she reached behind herself and unsnapped the catch with practiced ease. We kissed again, warm and wet and deeply as I removed another barrier to our passion. I cupped her beautiful breast and could feel how her nipple hardened against my palm. Her arousal was undeniable.

As was mine....

 

[patford31769]

Donna

I stood before Frankie like a true and genuine slut now, arching my back, jutting my breasts forward, and reaching behind me to unclasp my racy black-lace bra that I had put on just for him.

As he kissed and licked my cleavage, I clasped his head and stroked his hair. Then he licked and nibbled my nipples, and I leaned even further back, jutting my breasts even further forward, and I moaned very loudly.

When he finally came up for air, I gently pushed his head away, leaned forward, and kissed all over his chest. It was a very handsome chest. Muscular, but not grotesquesly so. Lightly haired. I loved stroking his chest hair, running my fingers through it, as I kissed his torso. I licked and nibbled at his magnificent chest, then sucked and nibbled at his nibbles until they were very hard. All through my loving attention to Dom's studly chest, he moaned, loudly and repeatedly.

I kissed my way down his chest, then kissed and licked his navel. I finally reached the waistband of his pants. Eagerly, confidently, I unbuckled his belt, certain now that this was what I wanted to do, what I really, really needed! I leaned in and kissed my way down his fly, reveling in the feel of the fabric of his trousers pulsating against my face.

I remembered what I used to do with Jake when we were first dating, and how much he always enjoyed it. I wondered if Frankie would also enjoy this, and I hoped that he would. Only one way to find out for sure. So I returned my mouth to the very top of his zipper, grasped the pull-handle firmly in my teeth, and slowly tugged his zipper downward with my mouth.

Frankie had the same wonderful reaction that Jake used to, before my sex life withered to almost zero. Frankie clasped the back of my head, gently pulled me toward him, leaned down, and moaned right into my ear.

With his fly wide open, I enthusiastically kissed all over the front of his boxer shorts. I was so busy kissing his crotch, with only thin fabric separating my lips from his quivering hard cock, that I didn't even feel him lift my miniskirt. Until he stepped back, knelt down, and planted his face right on the tiny triangular front of my black lace thong. His soft, loving kisses, directly over my steaming-wet pussy, felt AMAZING! Just amazing!

When Dom knelt down to kiss my thong, his cock sprang right out of the front of his boxers. It was long, but more importantly, it was so thick! Much, MUCH thicker than my husband's! I wrapped my hand around it, enjoying its rhythmic pulsations against my closed palm. I knew that before this evening was over, that throbbing thickness would be stretching my pussy lips very wide open, and producing incredible amounts of friction against my slicked-up inner walls. I sighed at that happy realization of what was soon to--umm, errr--COME!

Now his tongue emerged from his mouth, and began tunneling the lacy front of my thong into my very juicy slit. I felt a million-volt electric jolt run up and down my spine, run from head to toe, and I was uncontrollably trembling with desire.

His tongue pushed the lace of my thong to one side, and I felt his licks just begin to brush up against the very edge of my pussy lips.

Yes, I was definitely going to enjoy my evening with Frankie now. You betcha!

 

[floridawife]

large I had just gotten in the house.I had to pick up a few things for supper and I was running late getting it started and now the damm phone.I grabbd it and almost tore it out of the wall running to the bathroom to pee.
"hello" I said
Oh god i thought I was gonna die
"Hi Bill"
"Ok,OK
"I dont know if I can finr someone this fast"
"I mean theres no time"
He wanted me to find him one of the single moms I told him about but it was too soon I need time to set those things up I told him.The call waiting beeped thru and I figured"supper is late already whats 1 more phone call" I asked Bill to excuese me as I put him on hold,

"oh hi Mike,I said I t was my husband
"ah huh, ah huh,
Oh come on Michael not tonight"
"when, what time? ok ok Ill see you tomorrow"
Ok bye yes I love you to"
That was my husband ,he called to tell me
that there was a problem on a job site and he and his boss
had to be there and there was no talking about it BE THERE
But the site is in Maine like in New England".I was trying no to get too upset then I remembered Bill is on the line

"Bill im so sorry for being so long but it was an important call"
I said'
"anyway Bill theres just not enough time to arange someone"
I loved his voice Deep but not raspy and the only thing I saw was him sitting in his house talking to me.
He had on a tee shirt and boxers and the longer I listened to his voice the bigger the bulge in his boxers got.
I snapped myself back into reality and listened to him
"Im sorry bill" i said
"Oh Bill I dont think thsta a good idea" I said
"No Bill Im sorry, Come on Bill you know Im married"
God I thought Id die.Bill had just asked me out tonight.first he ask ed me to fix him up but that takes time so no good there.Now he starts telling me how lonley and depressed he is and then came the invite.A drink.a coffee,movie,dancing
or what ever you want.He even made up a story to tell Mike.
SHIT MIKE, HE WON'T BE HOME TONIG HT" I remembered

"but Bill your are a gorgous Hunt" I told him
"wommen would die to go out with you"
"and If i weren't married Id of had you in bed already"
"But Bill I am married' i cant I said

now he will settell for a cup of coffee and just an Hr
"On hr right: i asked

"yep thats all unless you want to extend it"

"ok ok Bill i must be out of my mind but ok" I said

We talked for a few more minutes making the plan.
"ok so i will meet you at your house at 8 pm"
"now Drew will not be there I don't want him to see me" i said
"ok ok I ll see you then bye" i said
I hung up the kitchen phone and
yelled out"YES YES...IM CRAZY 'IM NUTS "YES i AM CRAZY. AND
"I AM FUCKING NUTS"!
iI started a quick supper for me and the boys.I was trying to figure out what to do'
It was only coffee and only 1 hour,no one will ever know and Mike is away so tonight would be perfect.
I called the twins for supper and they ate fast.I told them slow down when they were thru the went into there bedroom to play video games.I was so confussed but I did know right and Wrong and because of the way I was attracted to hiom this is diffently wrong.Her mind would not stop the images of him flying thru her mind
"man he was sooooo Hotttt" i thought
The right thing to do just came to me.I got up and went to the twins room I opened the doorand looked in.
They were such wonderful boys never any trouble. I would die if anything ever happened to them she loved them so.

"Boys mommy has to do somthing tonight so you can have a "

"sleep over " at grandmas" i told them
they loved going there and i know there safe
They got there stuff and we hopped in the car and went to my mother in laws.soon I was on my way back home.
Once inside I hopped in the shower as I let the water soouth me I though what do I wear.coffee,1 hr?
I decided to be safe so it would be casual dressyI dried ,done my hair so now the closet as soon as iwent in it there was somthing that caught my eye.I picked it up and went out into the bedroom.
It was a dress I bought to go out in for a girls night out".It was crimson red with alittle black trim,loose fitting top and I guess you could call it "Kinda short".I had bought a bra and pantie set to wear for Mike tonight along with jet black thigh high stockings.I sat on the bed and pulled the long stockings on and up my thighsnext I stepped into the tiny black lace t-back panties.I pulled them all the way up till the side elastics were on my hips and the littla back panel was pulled up my ass as far as it would go.i putmy arms thru the straps of my
new black lace 1/2 cup demi bra.i hooked the front hook and started to adjust ,tucking my D cup Boobs into this little bra.
Finaly I got my puppys all put away.Next the dress ,step in,,.pull up.,zip up and there My make up and Im done.While she did her eyes she had a feeling of guilt about her husband so she pushed it off.She like the way she looked in the mirror but then it came back again GUILT-GUILT=GUILT-TRAMP=SLUT=WHORE."
"Done now she stepped back and looked"not bad for 37 huh"
"she looked good and she knew it.she looked better than good, she was hott smoking"
She took 1 last look and the message was..........
: All THIS FOR 1 HOUR AND A CUP OF COFFEE'.
I got into my car and followed the directions he gave me soon she was in front of the modest home.
I sad in the car and said to my self...
"Ok Laura 1 hr, Dont fuck it up. and above all, dont ruin you Home"...........I rang the bell

 

[stalwartone]

Bill

I'd sort of lost it on the phone, I admit it. Everything had been going well, but I leaped ahead when she said she wasn't sure about to find anyone.

Like I was in the mood for anyone else. At that moment, all I could picture was her. The hormones had started pumping, and the sound of her voice only aggravated the situation. I realize that I pushed her to at least meet me for coffee, almost begging. My fantasy life was taking over, and her protests about her family started sounding different. At first they were protests at my advances, then encouragements, then whispered demands.

Get a grip, I told myself. She's not that interested, she's married, she's a mother, she's not that sort, she's..

She's..

She's coming over. She's willing to come over. Maybe, just maybe, we can work something out. At the very least, she might find a way to get it across to whatever this midlife crisis I'm going through that I need to get a life. I need to find someone more compatible with myself.

The devil in the back of my head was churning out ideas of compatibility. Touching each other, kissing each other, close contact, male-female connections...

She's agreed to come over. Not exactly a serious protest about her marriage. Maybe I was right about my impression of the state of her marriage. She agreed to come over now, not later, not in several days. She didn't want Drew there. (Not a problem, since he was on a sleepover.) If I was wanting to keep emotions in check, I'd have every outside person imaginable there, from a spouse to a child. Maybe, just maybe...

I flew around the house quickly. Luckily the housekeeper had been around recently, and the place still looked good. A pot of coffee was started, as well as putting together a plate of cookies and pastries. I stripped out of my day clothes, and tossed them in the hamper. A quick shave and a touch of cologne, and I started considering the dresser. A pair of boxer-briefs (I could never get used to boxers, and the briefs always looked worn out after the first wearing), a short sleeved oxford, khakis, a pair of pull on shoes. Relaxed, yet mature, something that doesn't scream "I have more money than is good for me", "I'm a complete idiot", or "God, you're in danger of my ripping every piece of clothing off of you".

There went the libido again.

The doorbell rang, and I took a breath to calm myself. It's just coffee and a little talk.

I opened the door, and had to check myself. Hardly a vision of "I just want to talk." She looked like something far more serious. Made up, black stockings (Lord, I'm a sucker for stockings...), a red dress that promised everything and hid nothing. My first impulse was to smile and say hello, my second was to hook a finger over the top of that dress and see which of my images of her breasts were correct. Luckily, with the door open and the neighbors potentially watching, I chose the former.

I invited her in, trying to make small talk. My eyes kept following her form, sweeping from her hair to her tail, up to her substantial breasts, down to her long legs. (How the hell can someone that petite have legs that long?) I fought down an image of those legs wrapped around me, another of them around my head, and brought her a cup of coffee.

"So, I can understand why your husband is the jealous type. That outfit could definitely cause some people.."

(myself, definitely myself. God, I wanted to be stripping those clothes off of her. God, why did I choose to wear underwear with this much elastic?)

"..to want to give him something to worry about."

Lord, everytime she moved, her breasts shoved against that outfit. I wanted to give her a chance to let them free, just as my erection was wanting to be let free...

"Does he ever have reasons to be jealous?"

Lord, listen to me. Quit being a coward, admit that you want to strip her down, haul her into the bedroom, hell just do it right here. I didn't put in for the thick carpet just to admire it...

 

[floridawife]

me and mr heart throb

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I knew as soon as i steped thru that door I had made a mistake I had no right being there.Poor Michael look how im disrespect him.he works so hard and look what im doiing.Once I was in Bill gave me a tour of his house it was relay nice and it was kept very clean.
"And this is the master bedroom" she herd him say
"Oh its beautiful Bill I love the bed room set"
I looked at the king size bed and though about the storys it could tell.They went back into the livingroom and Bill sat down on the couch he motioned to the love seat oppisite him and told her"
"have a seat Laura"
I sat down trying my best to keep the hem of my skirt at a decent height, I didnt want to look like a whore sitting there.For the moment I had it stopped at about 6 inchs above my knees.His eyes were like lazers and my legs were the target and he was locked on to it.One thing was for certain this man was a hunk like someone from a male dance reveiw and his hair oh how
I love his hair.Mike lost his hair at a young age.So Laura was not use to being with someone who had hair.Oh God and his build
My husband was overweight and as the years passed he got heavyer and heavyer.Now Mike was up to almost 300 lbs and
he didnt care,all he did care about making Money.Being honest.even before our love making died Being in bed with Michael was grtting hard for me to handle.Shit that big belly always in the way.Just for a fleeting Moment I got a moment of clairty and asked my self why am I thinking these things about Mike now?Why now while its me who is sitting in a strange mans house dressed like this.Inside I knew the answer.justerfecation,
In my mind I was saying its ok to do what i realy wanted to do
which was to fuck this Ken doll like there was no tomorow.
He asked to make me a drink and I told him "volka on the rocks".When he got up to make it it was my turn to check him out.Oh man what a build its like perfect.Hes got a cute ass and that blonde hair.he handed her the drink and went back over and sat down.Small talk was going back and forth between us.
"So Bill, where did you plan on going: I asked
He told me he didnt know any with him only being here a week. And" he added wiyh us only getting 1 hr he though it might be good to stay here.
"Thats fine with me" I told him I took another sip of my drink and put it down on the coffee table,for me to reach it I had to shift in my seat alittle,and I dont have to tell you what happened do I ?
I didnt think so but now another thing was certain he had plenty to look at now.All I could do was take a big swallow out of my drink.I started to feel the volka now so I took another long swallow then the glass was empty.He asked me if I wanted another and got up to make it.He walked over to me with my drink in his left hand and hie right was extended out toward me
as he wispered come come Laura"
I knew exactly what he ment and what he wanted and the truth was I wanted it too.
"I cant Bill Im married" I said now he motioned with his head pointing toward the bedroom
I cant Bill its not right"
''Please dont make me" Please Bill"
Once again he reached out with his hand and and wispered "come with me Laura its what you want too"
Without me realizing it my hand went out to his and I just glided across the floor toward the bedroom.....

 

[stalwartone]

Bill

Well, I had her in the house. In my living room, looking for all the world like a present waiting to be unwrapped. I tried the smal talk angle, but kept getting caught up in staring at her. Her dress rode up more than a few times during the conversation, and I had to offer her a tour of the house as an excuse to keep from throwing myself on her. The bedroom was a mistake, I think. She paused there, and her breathing shifted, growing deeper and more intense. Her body language also shifted, and I could just barely catch the hint of a new smell in the air, the heady aroma of a woman becoming aroused. Lord, I wanted to give in to the basest urges, to throw away all my inhibitions and grab her, right there. To throw her across the bed and have my way with her.
Luckily, before I let loose the demon within me, she managed to convince me that we needed to return to the living room. More small talk, a little banter, an offer of a drink.
I'd been eyeing her every chance I had. The dress kept climbing up every time she moved, and I'd already been staring at her legs from the moment she had arrived. Toned thighs, taut calves, and a rear end that screamed dynamic power when in motion. I really wanted a chance to feel the tension that those muscles could apply.
Then she reached for her glass, and I had a fairly unobstructed view of her chest. My impression earlier had been correct, that dress was definitely made for being peeled off of her. Her breasts moved enticingly, practically falling out of their confinement. While I didn't immediately get a look at everything I was longing to see, I saw enough of her cleavage to get a vision of my straddling her form, pressing those breasts around the length of my cock, pumping myself in that tunnel of warm flesh, preparing to release the heavy load building in my testicles.
I offered to refresh her drink, more to remind myself that I was not an evil person, not a man intent simply upon ravishing her and sating my lusts. Her signals were mixed. She spoke of her marriage, but she was dressed for a night of action. She played with her wedding ring, but also showed her finest physical assets. She mentioned her school associations and anniversary parties, but kept letting her eyes stray to the bedroom.
Time to make a decision. Either she'd follow the impulses that I knew were coursing through her, or she'd rebuff me, and I'd lose all chances with her. If she went with first, I'd be able to work out my desires to make love to her. If she stuck with her responsibilities, then I'd be no worse off than I was before. She might tell stories of what an evil person I was, but it wasn't like I was in the dating scene already.
When I returned with the drink, I caught her hand, and pulled her to the bedroom. She protested, but followed, her feet only dragging a little at first. I set the drink aside as I moved her along, and spun slightly as we entered the room, causing her to be the first in the room. She offered another weak protest, hardly the act of a woman eager to protect her virtue and respectability. Stepping up behind her, I whispered in her ear.
"I want you. I know it's wrong, I know it's not my place, but I want you. I want to make love to you. Here, and now." I kissed at the back of her neck, nuzzling slightly, and bringing my hands to her waist. With a slow movement, I slid my fingers up her sides, letting my fingertips graze along the path, across her armpits, then lifting her arms out, pressing myself against her. I drew my hands forward, crossing over her breasts, pressing tightly against those lovely orbs.
I heard a faint protest, but the words were little more than whispers. Keeping my arms around her, I circled, bringing myself to face her. "I want to taste you, to experience you." My hands fell to cup her buttocks, clenching my hands against those tight muscles, grinding myself against her, my erection striving to rip through my clothes. "I want to cum in you, on you,.." My hands dropped as I nuzzled at her, slipping under the hem of her dress, hooking my fingers on the cloth. "..with you.." I began pulling upward, lifting her dress to her waist. The time was now, or never. Either she wanted the same thing I did, or I was making a huge mistake.
"..for you."

 

[stalwartone]

OOC: Well, it looks like we've lost Floridawife. (She pm'ed me earlier, and that was the primary point to the message.) I would like to say that I was looking forward to continuing this thread, so if anyone wants to step in and either take over the character of Laura, or start fresh with the theme, I'm still here.

S.

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

Donna was stroking my while I lapped at her sweet pussy around the material of her panties. I had two choices. I could remove them, or I could chew through them with my teeth. I decided to be a gentleman. As I slide them down, Donna schooched off the sofa just enough to help me.

When I had my panties in my hand, I raised them to my nostrils and took in her fragrant womanly scent. It was paradise. And I was only inches from the source. It was almost perfect.

Not I said almost.

"Donna?" I asked.

She looked at me, waiting for my question.

"Would you like to sixty-nine?" I asked.....

 

[patford31769]

Donna

Frankie skimmed off my panties, and I loved the lusty way he gazed at my exposed pussy now. No man had looked so lovingly, so longingly at my pussy in years, nor told me how spectacularly beautiful my pussy is to his eyes. I kissed Frankie gratefully, hungrily, for his sweet remarks.

I laughed when Frankie asked if I would like to 69. That's like asking if I would like to breathe air or eat food. I live to 69, and I consider it a basic essential of life, just like air and food. An essential that my husband has deprived me of for far too long, until I was slowly dying of hunger. I felt like I had been wandering in the desert for years, without food and water, and in Frankie I had found a tropical oasis of fruits, coconuts, and water. I wanted, I desperately needed, to taste of his banana and his coconuts, and to drink down his fluids so generously offered to me.

I slid down onto the floor, opened my legs apart, and held my pussy lips wide open with my fingers, inviting his lips and tongue to taste of me. Meanwhile, I wrapped my hand tightly around his pulsating hard-on, the skin of which felt so nice against my palm, and I opened my mouth very wide, inviting him to tickle my tonsils with his long, thick manhood.

I was ready, oh so ready. You wouldn't BELIEVE how ready I was now, to 69 with Frankie!

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

Donna didn't seem adverse to the idea. Understatement of the century. Without releasing her firm grip on my rod, she settled down on her back and spread her legs wide. Her other hand was between her legs, opening her flower for my pleasure. I disn't need any further encouragement.

"You've got a beautiful pussy, Donna," I said. "Let's see if it tastes as good as it looks...."

I lowered my head and flicked out my tongue. I brushed against her for an instant, but my tastebuds exploded. Nothing tastes better than a woman in heat. I licked her again. Then I gave her a soft kiss on her nether lips. And another. And another, just lightly brushing my lips against her moist flesh. Then, using my tongue as it was meant to be used, I slipped it inside her, probing her as deeply as I could reach.

While I was doing this, Donna's wonderful mouth wasn't idle....

 

[patford31769]

Donna

When I felt Frankie's tongue skillfully gliding over my moist, spongy G-spot, and then sliding even FURTHER into me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Even when we were first dating, my husband Jake had never done me THAT good!

Since we were positoned in a 69, I knew I had to repay the favor. I wondered what his balls tasted like, and I eagerly decided to find out, sucking first one big oval sperm-sack into my mouth, then the other. Then my jaw practically came unhinged, as I opened very wide, to suck in both balls at once.

God did he feel so good in my mouth! Judging by Frankie's shuddering groans, getting his balls sucked must have felt pretty damned good to him, too. So good, in fact, that while his tongue bathed my G-spot, he slid one finger back and forth across my hard, throbbing clit as his thumb pressed and swirled there. His fingers were on my trigger, and I was definitely getting ready to fire.

I wrapped both of my hands around his cock, but by now he was so thick that I couldn't completely close my fingers around his hard, throbbing shaft. I kissed and licked the very tip of his cock, and then with my hands, I began to stuff inch after beautiful pulsating inch of him down my throat. "I'm being disloyal to my husband," I thought. "You know, good old what's his name." I honestly couldn't remember Jake's name at that moment. The only name filling my head was Frankie, the name I was moaning louder and louder now, as I swallowed more and more of his throbbing hrad-on while he expertly licked and stroked my extremely horny pussy. This was hands-down the best and hottest 69 of my life.

"Where did a young guy like you EVER learn to treat a woman SO damned good?" I moaned, as he ate me and I sucked him. "And where the hell have you BEEN all my life?"

Before he could answer, my hips bucked and swayed, I thrust my pelvis up high, and with an ear-piercing scream, my clit began to orgasm. His swirling tongue took one final swipe over my G-spot, and now it too exploded into orgasm. A clitoral orgasm is heaven, a G-spot orgasm is a deeper and more intensely satisfying type of nirvana, and having orgasms from both places at once feels like your pussy has turned to glass and is shattering into a million pieces, that's how powerful and explosive it is. And I was experiencing this for the first time ever in my life, not with my husband, but with a little-league assistant coach who had been a total stranger to me a week ago, and who was nearly young enough to be my son!

I was trembling from head to toe, and I couldn't stop coming. Once Frankie had opened my clitoral and G-spot flood gates, there was no holding-back the rapid, gushing bursts from either one of them now! And his fingers and tongue weren't about to stop, even if I had wanted him to! He was like the Energizer Bunny on acid, the way he was relentlessly pleasuring my pussy now.

Before one orgasm even subsided, two or three more began, and before they stopped, Dom then triggered two or three more on top of these two or three. Kind of like the grand finale of a fireworks show, when rocket on top of rocket on top of rocket explodes. Such was the explosive chain reaction deep inside of me, as I simultaneously, repeatedly, endlessly orgasmed out of both my clit and my G-spot now. He was making me feel so damned good, I wanted to make his every unfulfilled sexual fantasy come true now. I wanted him to experience his every unfulfilled fantasy for the first time ever...with ME! With nobody else BUT me!

"What can I do for YOU, Frankie?" I breathed between my extremely-intense orgasms. "Anything. Anything at ALL! Just NAME it!"

 

[Sid Onmyface]

Frankie

I kissed Donna tenderly on the lips. She was weak and trembling from the orgasms brought on by my tongue. I learned at an early age that the way to a woman's heart was through her pussy. I went down on all my girlfriends, and they naturally told all their girlfriends. My reputation spread, and the more pussy I ate the more I learned.

From the glazed look in Donna's eyes, I felt like I had finally graduated. I kissed her again, deeply this time, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

But I thought about her question.


"What can I do for YOU, Frankie?"


Anything.

Well.


There was one thing that made all the girls my age squeamish. Something I had always fantasized about.


And she did say anything .....


"Get on your hands and knees, Donna," I suggested. "I want to fuck you up the ass...."

 

[patford31769]

Donna

I loved Frankie's suggestion. My ass hadn't been fucked in over two years, and this would be something special that only Frankie and I would share between us, since it was for damned sure that my husband was never gonna fuck my ass ever again. Jake barely even found time to visit my pussy a couple of times a year! So I was definitely up for this, and very, VERY interested. But I was also a little bit apprehensive about someone so young and inexperienced entering my ass with his enormous cock.

"Do you know HOW to fuck a woman's ass, Frankie?" I asked nervously. "There is an art, a skill to it. Wait here, I'll be right back."

I scurried off to the bathroom and returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. I patiently but eagerly instructed him just how and where to smear it, to thoroughly lubricate my ass in preparation for his penetration.

I then instructed him on how to slowly relax my ass with his fingers and his tongue, until I would be excited enough and my ass open enough to take him in without pain. He listened carefully and did everything so wonderfully. He made me feel so good, so loved, as he slowly got me ready to be fucked up my ass, building my anticipation, building my lust, layer by layer.

He was sweet and patient, rare for a man so young, and he slowly, carefully, lovingly prepared me, exactly as I instructed.

At last, I was ready. I was excited. I wanted him, I NEEDED him, up my ass now! I knelt down on my hands and my knees on the floor, presenting my ass to him. I peered backward over my shoulder, and beckoned for him to enter at last.